For years, Ryleigh has ignored her heart's desire and its ache for the man she's always wanted. Since coming home after years of being away, she discovers her love for him hasn't changed. The only problem is she's no longer the girl she once was.

Committing her life to teaching the blind, Julie Daniels doesn't expect cowboy Clay Marshall to turn to her for help. As their worlds collide, Clay and Julie discover they have to rely on blind faith to find their own slice of happiness.

Shy girl Brooks Happ wants nothing more than for her first kiss to come from someone who's her complete opposite, Confident Sebastian Kain fits the bill. Problem is, the world won't cooperate. Time and time again, Brooks's first kiss is interrupted. A cute, funny romantic comedy sure to make you laugh.

Juliette Taylor never saw Tanner Brady coming and as much as she swears he's all kinds of wrong for her and that she wants nothing to do with him, he's out to show her otherwise. Never in a million years did she think a laid-back tattoo artist could be the man for her, but he's determined to show her that she's his kind of crazy.

I instinctively reach out to grab something to hold on to in an effort to halt my fall. Silly really, because I'm stepping out of the taxi right in front of the hotel lobby doors and there is nothing to grab hold of.

Well, generally there's not.

Today, however, there is.

"I've got you," a man says as his hands slide under my arms and he stops my collapse.

This all happens in a blur, but at the sound of his deep voice, my head snaps up so I can look at him.

Oh. My.

Mesmerising blue eyes capture mine for a moment before I drop my gaze to appreciate his sexy, bearded smile. In my experience, those kinds of lips promise many things that a girl like me doesn't have the time for. I'm all for fun sexy times, but it's the heartbreak a man like him promises that I don't have the time for.

Lips don't lie.

Neither do tattoos, and as my attention diverts from his lips to his neck and down to his arms, I see tattoo after tattoo.

Uh-uh.

Tattoos and I do not go together.

I gather myself and look back up into his eyes. Steadying myself, I move out of his hold and say, "Thank you."

He's stopped smiling, but his lips twitch and his eyes twinkle. "You're welcome."

I narrow my gaze on him. Why is he looking at me like that? Like I amuse him. "Are you laughing at me?"

He continues to watch me with that same lip-twitching gaze. "Do I look like I'm laughing?"

He runs his fingers through his brown hair. He's got one of those haircuts where it's really short on the sides and the rest is styled into that sexy, tousled look—the kind of look that makes my belly flutter. His voice distracts me from thinking about his hair when he replies, "Let's just say I'm amused when a woman, who is clearly attracted to me, flinches at my tattoos. They're just ink on skin; they don't tell you about the kind of man I am underneath all that art."